"Very well, on the main view screen please," I said.Soon the main view screen changed from the view of space to a view of the Captain of the incoming ...hip. I could tell right away that she hadn't always been a she. She was one of those transgendered people who the Galactic government banished to the sector of space we were blockading. The fact that I could tell this was evidence of cheap, inferior genetic tailoring viruses. Otherwise she would have appeared normal female to the untrained. The last cane he had sent me a video of had been a leather wrapped horror but this one made me truly shudder. It was made for real play and torture. I had felt the cane a few times before, but I knew now that however bad I thought that was, Flatline would be four times as bad at least. My other playmates had nothing on him. They might as well have never existed next to the purity of his sadism and the level of cruel games he liked to go to.He teased me again, stroking that cane up the chair. Her father now spent most of the evening watching television in the living room, while her mother sat in the kitchen.Po mostly stayed in her bedroom which had been reserved for her since she'd run away all those years ago. Karen liked to sit with her sister in her room, watching her puff away at her ciggies, swig at her lager, and, bolder now, toke off her thin single-skin spliffs. It was Po who did most of the talking, lying stretched out on her bed, flattening the duvet, while Karen sat there. They'd be in as much danger as we were, if we were dumb enough to fall into it." Yeah, I watched 'em movin' around some." Garcia said, spitting out the twig he had been chewing on, "My guess is they're not trained and only got one to a tank. Probably read an instruction manual or something. There's one on foot who moves pretty good in the dark and seems to be in charge. I imagine they'll try to talk before they shoot."I got out the map and showed Cora what I wanted her to do. She looked a.